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M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here
Now stop

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Wait a minute, now I’m back at it
Back at it like a mothafuckin’ crack addict
Sex addict, I’m a mothafuckin’ sex addict
Hit shorty from the back, got her back crackin’
Back crackin’, b-back crackin’
I love ho bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
Yeah, I like to fuck hoes, I got a fuckin’ problem
Bang, bang, bang and a chicken wing, bitch
Yeah, I know you love how I put it down, bitch
Drop down and pick your weave up, girl
Drop down and get your Eagle on, girl
Head downtown and pick the eaters up, girl
You know them chicken-heads eat it up, girl

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here

[Verse 2: Kanye West, 6ix9ine]
That pussy get wetter than yours
That head is better than yours
I flew her out so I could fuck on tour
Flew her back ’cause my girlfriend saw
They tried to say I wasn’t black no more
About as black as Macklemore
They don’t like me ’cause I’m Mexican
Sent me back, now I’m back again
Uh, just bought a piece of Fashion Nova
Your girlfriend look like a ogre
Nigga, fat bitches need love too
My fault, Ye, I wasn’t sober
Who the fuck gon’ listen to Ebro? (Ebro)
All these niggas so emo
Fuck that nigga, I’m the mothafuckin’ shit
Another old nigga on a young nigga dick
N-N-Niggas tried to say that I was canceled (Canceled)
When I asked them questions, couldn’t answer
How Ye? How Ye? How, Sway? Nigga it’s fucking-

[Interlude: TrifeDrew]
Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, woah, woah, woah
You cannot say that, bro, c’mon

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain’t want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don’t get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin’ paid over here
Broke niggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet ’em over there
Little booties, they matter over here
Now stop

And there’s nowhere I’d rather be
When they take with the one hand and with take the other
On the day all the hands go free
And the sun’s gonna shine on me
The suns gonna shine on me

O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo

Mama Maria, she would take my hand
Down to el Rio sol
Saying “oye for real hijo understand
Hands can hurt or heal so”

Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Free hands go

Mama Maria, she would take my hand
Down to the Rio and flow
Baxabana ogxam baxabana ngenoxoxo
Bexakwe yinuxba xaka

Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
All the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Free hands go

And there’s nowhere I’d rather be
Gonna raise up one hand and raise the other
Hurt me outside, inside I’m free
And there’s no enemy
Everyone is my brother
When the truth comes to set me free
And we’re not going to fall in and out with each other
On the day all the hands go free
Then the sun’s gonna shine
And the sun’s gonna shine on me

Tell all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
And all the people go
O-lo-e-o-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo
Free hands go

And the sun’s gonna shine on me
And I know, one day I know
The sun’s gonna shine on me
Let my hands go free
Let my hands go free
Let my hands go free
The sun’s gonna shine on me
Let my hands go free
And all hands go free
When all hands go free
The sun’s gonna shine on me

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Catch an asthma attack, the way we pull up on ya
Put the pump to his chest, make a nigga cough up
You a bum and you stressed, and that’s why you lost her
Met a nigga from the X, niggas need to boss up
She gon’ eat, you want beef, but this ain’t no burger
All my songs on repeat, that’s what’s up, your word up
I was young with the heat, walkin’ ’round with burners
Wishin’ I could wish for anything like Timmy Turner

[Bridge: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh
Na-na-oh, nah-oh

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
Heartbreakin’ on the daily, can you save me?
Why is bitches tryna play me? Are you crazy?
I can’t let her have my baby, you not my baby
I can’t let her have my baby, I’m actin’ shady
Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me?

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
Y’all gotta move, give me some room, I’m ’bout to shoot
Boom! Everybody runnin’ out the room
Boom! Everybody beggin’ “Don’t shoot”
Boom! Nigga, who the fuck asked you?
You a bum, are you dumb? Try me, I got this gun
Run, nigga, if I’m here, don’t come
Bitch, you was expectin’ for me to hit
That’s a dub, I know you put a hole in that shit

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Sawed off in the damn drawer
Got the .30 in my drawers, gotta hold my pants up
Only time she ever call is for the banana
I don’t even check my call log, I don’t answer

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy?
Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy
Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady
Heartbreakin’ on the daily, can you save me?

[Verse 4: 6ix9ine]
Why this bitch tryna play me? Is she crazy?
That bitch know I’m number one, like Tracy McGrady
Know I got this .380, it’s on safety
I know all these niggas hate me, won’t let it faze me
Fuck nigga

[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I’ma swerve in the Maybach, I’ma do some damage
Niggas sit the fuck down if you don’t understand us
I heard niggas talkin’ ’bout they gon’ run down on us
Pull up windows down in the fuckin’ Lamb’ truck

[Outro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, yeah
Scott Storch

[Intro]
Do it
Yeah
Ay

[Verse 1]
Tell a motherfucker, “Hey, Hi, How you doin’?” Everybody move it
I’ve been this way since student
Pardon my French, I’m fluent (Bonjour)
Can’t sitcom like Seinfeld that boy always moving (Jerry, Jerry)
Every time I’m in the booth I get better, I call it a room for improvement
Ay
Still not in my prime but I beat on my chest like a primate
At your neck like violin but I’m not violent if I got something to violate
I need a mom with at least two kids, can’t be with a girl that is my age
Too dumb when I tell her I love her ’cause I really don’t wanna know how a lie taste (Ay!)

[Chorus]
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Woah)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now

[Verse 2]
Just for fun, took a break but I’m not done
Why you think I don’t bite my tongue? Massachusetts, where the fuck I’m from
Ya’ll know whats to come, they think that boy young and dumb
Hold up, please don’t jump the gun, ’cause that shit pop like bubblegum (Pop, Pop)
I got a couple desires I shouldn’t be fiddling with (Fiddle, Fiddle)
I am not single unless it is double or triple the chick
Pull up with a hoodie all black with a fully-automat, with a rat in the middle of it
I get ’em shakin’ and stutterin’, this ain’t a riddle it’s Ritalin kid like that
Hit ’em with the curve like that (Like that)
Doctor Seuss my rap, I’m silly with the words like that
Sleep upside down like bat (Fly)
I’m flippin’ every bird like that (Flip)
This is like a holiday but I don’t owe you anything, so why you sitting on my lap?
Uh, Bitch, get off my sack

[Chorus]
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Woah)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Said take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now

[Verse 3]
Ay
Hotel to the show, show to the lobby, and it all started from a hobby
Worked for myself, only got a colleague
It’s Woodstock when I stack my bands
Young bandwagon, they pounce on me
Cash register when they count on me
Baby look at all the people surrounding me, pay ’em just to look out for me, maybe they’ll be a salary, I’m on top of the balcony, how you look down on me? (How?)
Who’d he cost? Me? About a G
Money on my head, that is not a bounty
Baby what’s a consequence, what’s a penalty
I decide those, I’m the fuckin’ referee (I’m the fuckin’ referee)
Airplane mode, can’t get to me (No)
Check my phone, who textin’ me?
I got

[Chorus]
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now (Take a seat, take a seat)
You getting kicked out the house if you ask me to freestyle (I don’t [freak?])
Token in the building and you’re lucky if I let you in the tree house (Tree, Tree, Tree, Ay)
God on speed dial, devil on rebound, take a little seat now

[Outro]
Take a seat

[Hook, Lil Uzi Vert]
My dough nuts, yeah my Kreme too Krispy, you can’t kiss me, lick me
Asian bitch playin’ with my balls, so I call her Misty
I fucked Trixie, then I made a wish, then saw Icky Vicky
I’m not Mixy, you niggas too iffy, my Glock got a stiffy

[Verse, 6ix9ine]
All that talking, boy, stop (boy stop)
Heard you dancing, boy, stop (boy stop)
Need a lesson, boy, stop (boy stop)
Ain’t no missing, boy, stop (boy stop)
With that popping, boy, stop (boy stop)
I know what’s cracking, boy, stop (boy stop)
What you jacking? Boy, stop (boy stop)
What you saying? Boy, stop (boy stop)
All that talking that you doing gon’ get your boy shot (grrah, grrah)
All them hollows in his chest gon’ make his heart stop (blaow)
With that 30 in your face, like, “what’s in your spot?” (grr, grr)
Run that bitch, run that cash, fuck with us, you cannot (fucker, fucker)

[Hook, Lil Uzi Vert]
My dough nuts, yeah my Kreme too Krispy, you can’t kiss me, lick me
Asian bitch playin’ with my balls, so I call her Misty
I fucked Trixie, then I made a wish, then saw Icky Vicky
I’m not Mixy, you niggas too iffy, my Glock got a stiffy